This may be the last snow after the New Year, and it has been raining for three days without stopping, and God seems to want to bury this northern country in the snow and ice.

The Cutting Edge Tower stands alone in the corner of Shangjing, and for thousands of years, it is like a pillar of optimus, straight into the sky. The whole body of the tower is carved with tens of thousands of delicate stone statues, each Buddha statue has a different posture, but all are lifelike.

The Buddha believes that everything in the world has a cause, but they themselves have broken off the earthly relationship, cut off the lovesickness, cut off the fate, cut off the fate, and cut off not only the fate, but also the pain in their hearts.

The tower has eight corners, each of which hangs a small golden bell that glows with golden light under the white snow.

The tower has already put on a layer of plain white coat, the tower stands tall in the heavy clouds and mist, between the white snow, it seems to be looming, it is impossible to see, it is full of solemn and majestic momentum.

A white figure blended into the snow, and I couldn't feel a trace of his life, I just felt that he was one of the snowflakes in the sky.

He landed in the open space in front of the Slashing Tower, his handsome and unequaled face was a little cold, his eyes looked at the tower in front of him in the heavy snow without blinking, holding a white divine sword in his hand, just looking at the sword, there was a sadness of being in the Yellow Spring, he just wanted to raise his feet to move forward, but he felt that someone was watching him behind him.

"You're here!"

Not sad or happy, elegant, this slightly demonic voice does not know how many girls will haunt their dreams, black clothes are like ink, graceful and unparalleled.

The young man in white still turned around, compared to Yun Yifan, he had less earthly breath and more immortal air, and said with a light smile: "Everyone knows, I will definitely come!"

Yun Yifan said coldly: "But I didn't expect it to be so long!"

"After all, I can't be as carefree as you!"

"There are more obstacles in my heart, and there will be less nature left for that person!" Yun Yifan and Xia Xuehan are only two or three zhang apart, one is white-clothed and the other is black-clothed like ink, as if it is natural, and the Tao Yun is born, the two of them seem to be a living yin and yang Taiji diagram, and they evolve yin and yang in their own style.

Yun Yifan walked towards Xia Xuehan unhurriedly, with a noble temperament comparable to that of a king, and in his flawless hand like mutton fat jade, he clutched the simple and unpretentious feathered sword.

Slowly, Yun Yifan's right hand touched the hilt of the sword, there was no cold light sword, no monstrous murderous aura, it just made people feel that there was a desolate aura at the beginning of the world. Back to basics, introverted, and Yun Yifan's grace and nobility make up for each other, achieving the most perfect and harmonious match of time.

On the other hand, Xia Xuehan, the corners of his mouth were only slightly raised, his palm crossed a beautiful arc in the air, and the tear-stained sword seemed to be pulled by something, and the sound of "poof" pierced the void.

Sadness, this sword flows with a sadness that makes the iron-blooded man can't stop crying, and the white sword is like endless ice and snow, freezing the already lonely heart inch by inch. The young man was spotless, handsome, and perfect as a fairy, but he held the saddest sword in the world.

Yun Yifan raised the sword, pointed at Xia Xuehan's face, and said with a smile: "Your tears, my feathering, Xia Lang's Xuanyuan Xia Yu." They represent pathos, simplicity, and emperors, and I don't believe in fate, do you believe it?"

"Life?" Xia Xuehan's words were rarely a little tangled.

Thousands of strands of black internal force were like black silk threads, winding around Yun Yifan's body, and gradually he couldn't see his face clearly, "Sometimes it's not that we don't believe it, but we don't want to admit it!"

The black internal force exuded the vast aura of the ancient desolation, and when it was closer, it carried a black lightning bolt towards Xia Xuehan. The tear-stained sword, which was as white as jade, also waved at the same time, and the snow that was falling was pulled by the sword qi to merge into a river, rushing towards Yun Yifan.

Floating Sleeve Sword, slash Floating Life, Sleeve the world!

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Yun Yifan's mouth, the feather sword danced, and thousands of snowflakes converged into a lotus flower out of thin air, slowly rotating in the air. The lotus flower has distinct meridians, as if it is blooming in a pond, and you can almost smell a faint fragrance in a trance.

After nine weeks, the white lotus flower was divided into two, but it became a little smaller, and the style and charm were all the same.

The two lotus flowers then turned into three, and the three lotus flowers seemed to hook the laws of heaven and earth, obviously made of snowflakes, but there was a vigorous vitality.

In the blink of an eye, the three lotus flowers turned into thousands, crowding the sky, like stars in the sky, unable to see the edge, each white lotus flower is like an independent small world, surrounded by three thousand worlds, depressing people breathless.

Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things.

Yun Yifan's hand secretly combined with the true law of the Great Dao, and a sword flew over the cold abyss, as if the three thousand living Buddhas were sitting on top of the nine heavens, chanting endlessly. On the other hand, in the summer snow and cold, the sword is peaceful but elegant, sometimes like a stormy wave, rolling endlessly, sometimes like a murmuring stream, the still flow is far-reaching, and sometimes it is like a pool of stagnant water, quiet and peaceful.

The goodness is like water, the water is good for all things without fighting, and it is indisputable, so the world can not compete with it, which is to imitate the virtue of water. The water is more than the Tao, the Tao is omnipresent, the water is not disadvantageous, the high tends to go down, there is no rebellion, the good place is also, the empty place is quiet, unfathomable.

The same way, a great avenue of three thousand, one is as good as water, the same perfection, one is black as ink, one is white-clothed than snow, the same sword, one is unpretentious, and the other is sad and inexplicable.

The three thousand lotus flowers and the flowing water collided together, there was no internal force of the jet, there was no mighty murderous aura, like the natural Dharma of heaven and earth, the lotus was born in the water, and the water nourished the lotus.

Ten thousand laws are born together, and ten thousand ways are mutually restricted!

The rumbling sound is like a raging wave, the tsunami is frequent, and the lotus flowers slowly grow larger, then wither, wither, and finally return to nothingness, as if they are evolving the whole process of life. But after each lotus flower withered, it immediately emitted tens of thousands of wisps of true qi, colliding with the water condensed by the summer snow and cold.

The lotus flowers are decreasing, but the current is gradually receding, like a low tide, gradually disappearing!

The white-clothed hunter looked a little solemn, and said coldly: "Senior brother's martial arts have improved a lot!

"If the benevolence of the junior brother is deep in the true meaning of Taoism, how can it be easy to with, I am afraid that in another three or five years, no one in the entire rivers and lakes will be able to take over the ten moves of the junior brother!" Yun Yifan showed a touch of coldness at the corner of his mouth, holding the sword in front of him.

Although the two of them talked about martial arts lightly, they didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness, and if they thought about it, they would never recover.

"The moon is born on the sea!" Yun Yifan's sword blade slashed, and the lotus flower floating in the waves was like an ice cube in front of the fire, and it disappeared in an instant. At the moment when the lotus flower disappeared, a bright moon rose from the rolling waves, first revealing a small half, and then slowly rising, just like the moon coming out of the east mountain.

This sibling saw that Yun Yifan's martial arts had reached the realm, and it was not easy to let the internal force out of the body, if you wanted to leave the body for a foot or two and last for five or six breaths, this would have to be a peerless master who had nothing in ten thousand to barely do. However, Yun Yifan can now use his internal force to change to the fullest, and he can control it freely and endlessly. It is said that it is the current world, that is, people who have such internal cultivation from ancient times to the present can also be ranked among the top five!

Xia Xuehan stepped forward, and stabbed out with a plain sword, in the eyes of ordinary people or ordinary people, it may only be faster than ordinary in the eyes of some ordinary masters, but in the eyes of a real martial arts master, this sword opponent must be unavoidable.

Chop, chop, pick, stab, wipe, look in all directions, no matter what, it is impossible to dodge, and everywhere the mind is thought, the sword edge will follow.

This sword is a collection of thirty-six wonderful swordsmanship, including the calmness of the Wudang Taiji Sword, the ruthlessness of the thirteen styles of Hebei Broken Soul, the swiftness of the Tianshan Ten Thousand Leaves, and the elegance of the floating sleeve sword......

"......" was full of fire, and the two peerless swords collided together, and at this moment the heaven and earth seemed to be destroyed, and the surging aura swept across the heavens and the earth.

The snow half a foot thick on the ground was rolled up, and like waves, stacks and stacks scattered in all directions, and in an instant, centered on the place where the two of them stood, three square white fields were vacant under their feet.

But the hard granite floor beneath their feet was like a spider's web, cracked so wide that it could fit a finger.

"Senior brother is really a genius of heaven, belonging to ten thousand ways in one, integrating hundreds of schools in one, at such an age, he has the ability of a patriarch, but it seems that I, a senior brother, do not learn and have no skills!" Yun Yifan's handsome and elegant face was a little pale, obviously he was not easy under the blow just now.

Xia Xuehan lifted the long sword, shook the snowflakes on his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Senior brother praises it, your Great Brahma Reincarnation Tribulation has already cultivated to the realm of true qi out of the body, but you also come to make fun of the junior brother." ”

Xia Xuehan only felt that his internal breath was turbulent, and he couldn't suppress it for a while with his profound internal strength, the seemingly ordinary blow just now contained two supreme masteries in the martial arts, if he met an ordinary martial arts master, he thought that even the corpse would be incomplete.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The wind chimes on the octagonal slashing tower rang at this moment, and the crisp sound of the bell could cleanse people's minds, and the two peerless young men raised their heads in unison, and their eyes were projected on the ancient tower.

The cold wind ruffled their hair, and at this moment they no longer had the pride and ambition to hold a long sword and drink with a thousand armies, just for the lonely person in the tower, he or he, could stand by in the world.

The young man in white moved, a little arrogant, a thousand miles of fast wind. The white figure rushed up to the sky, without a trace of hindrance, Yun Yifan hesitated for a moment, but still clenched the feather sword, carrying the aura of thousands of miles of desolation, like a black eagle, and rushed towards Xia Xuehan.

"He's coming!" The peerless beauty sitting in the nine-story tower suddenly opened her eyes, her white dress dancing in the wind, and her face could not hide her joy.

Nanmengying stood up, and the plain white clothes swept towards the wooden window lattice, and a soft sound of "bang!" came, and the candle flame shook violently, almost extinguished, and Bai Aya was bounced back.

"The princess forgives her sins, according to the emperor's decree, you must not let the princess leave the slashing tower for half a step!" The voice was low and hoarse, erratic, and I didn't know where it came from.

Nan Mengying frowned, wrapped Bai Aya around his arm, and sneered: "If you don't get out of the way, you will blame Princess Ben for being welcome!"

"The princess is angry, her duty is to slacken!" the voice came again, but this time it sounded and there was no longer a sound to be heard.

Xia Xuehan had already stood on the corner of the ninth-story tower, holding the sword obliquely, his eyebrows were cold, and he could faintly feel the murderous aura of the person hiding in the shadows, as if he had returned from hell in blood.

"His name is Ghost Seven, and he is a person who has lived in the dark all his life, perhaps, it is more appropriate to describe him as a 'ghost'!" Yun Yifan's faint voice came from beside him, and at this moment he was standing on a corner of the eaves next to Xia Xuehan, looking at the closed Cutting Edge Tower without blinking.

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